my tears,
they fill lakes.
families waterski.
my tears,
they fill seas.
ships sail across.
my tears,
they fill oceans.
creatures lurk below.
my tears,
the move rivers.
changing others.
my tears,
they flood cities.
people flee.
my tears,
they swallow the world.
everyone swims.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
شِعرmy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
